Pray for Tripoli

I live in Tripoli, a city where the sea meets the desert — where the blue of the Mediterranean touches the golden edge of the Sahara. Our city is full of history; for thousands of years, Libya has been ruled by others, and even now, we feel the weight of that legacy. Since our independence in 1951, we’ve known the rise and fall of leaders, the promise of prosperity through oil, and the heartbreak of war that still echoes through our streets.

Life in Tripoli is not easy. Our nation still struggles to find peace and stability. Many here are weary from conflict and poverty, wondering if our country will ever heal. Yet even in this uncertainty, I believe God has not forgotten Libya. In secret gatherings and quiet prayers, a small but steadfast Church endures. We worship in whispers, trusting that our voices reach heaven even if the world cannot hear them.

Persecution here is fierce. Believers are arrested, beaten, and sometimes killed. Yet our faith grows stronger in the shadows. I have seen Jesus give courage where fear once ruled. I have seen forgiveness where hatred once burned. Even in silence, the Spirit of God is moving across this land, calling hearts out of darkness.

This is a new hour for Libya. For the first time, I sense that people are searching — for truth, for hope, for peace that politics and power cannot bring. I believe that what began in secret will one day be shouted from the rooftops. Tripoli, once known for turmoil and bloodshed, will one day be known for the glory of God.